Shirley's POV
I folded my lips, exhaled softly, not having words to say, or I might just collapse in his arms and Larry might get worked up.
Gosh, why was he suddenly making me feel this way? I shouldn't have asked for help.
And f**k! He knows it's me. I felt so shy and just wanted to vanish. Yes, I should be with Larry, scolding him.
I took a last glimpse at him, and he was staring at his injury.
"Don't look away Shirley" my wolf whimpers in a high pitch tone as it seems she was admiring him already.
"Don't be a w***e" I responded in between my teeth, and he suddenly raised his head to look at me.
His glassy eyes dimmed with mischief and his lips curved.
"It seems you're not willing to leave Shirley" he muttered, and I closed my eyes, not even having an idea what to do next.
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